Musica de Yeat del Genero: Rap Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Rap son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Yeat tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Rap, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
If God Exists Its Fcking Me! Lyrics[Intro]
Run up your fucking bitch ass, you fuck!
Guess who just discovered a new element!
Think you could do that Morty?
You think anyone but me could do that, ever, in a billion years?
Do you think if God existed, he could do it?
The answer is NO!
If God exists, its fucking ME!
[Pre-Chorus]
Jump out at the show (Uh, I-I-I'm working on dying), jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the joke (Hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
Potty trained my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
"Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go (Hey, hey, hey)
[Chorus]
Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truck
Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
Headin' number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it's stuck as fuck
A-A-All we do is just go number one, huh (Hey, hey, hey)
And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month
Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch, I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (Hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the dawn
All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (Hey, hey, hey)
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it, I don't wanna hear 'bout none
And the whip got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top, it's that time of the month
I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again, 'bout to triple the sum (Hey, hey, hey)
[Verse]
How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo)
How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo) Now you gon' talk to the lead (Huh?)
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said, huh (Woo)
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (Woo, woo, woo)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes', huh (Woo, woo, woo)
You ain't even made no money, yeah, don't make no sense, huh (Woo, woo, woo)
I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again
[Pre-Chorus]
Jump out at the show (Uh, I-I-I'm working on dying), jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the joke (Hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
Potty trained my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
"Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go (Hey, hey, hey)
[Chorus]
Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truck
Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
Headin' number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it's stuck as fuck
A-A-All we do is just go number one, huh (Hey, hey, hey)
And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month
Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch, I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (Hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the dawn
All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (Hey, hey, hey)
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it, I don't wanna hear 'bout none
And the whip got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top, it's that time of the month
I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again, 'bout to triple the sum (Hey, hey, hey)
[Outro]
How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo)
How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo) Now you gon' talk to the lead? (Huh?)
I don't give a fuck, just sayin', huh, lil' bit', you heard what I said (Woo)
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (Woo, woo, woo)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes' (Woo, woo, woo)
You ain't even made no money, yeah, don't make no sense (Woo, woo, woo)
I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again